The whole thing couldn't have taken more than sixty seconds.Bailey hung on to the counter, dazed. If she let go, she'd collapse--and the twitching fingers of one of the gunmen would pull a trigger. The rest of her group huddled in frozen shock.Dear God, tell me this is a dream ...The shooter's teeth clenched. "Anybody who moves is dead."On a beautiful Saturday morning the nationally read "Scenes and Beans" bloggers gather at Java Joint for a special celebration. Chaos erupts when three gunmen burst in and take them all hostage. One person is shot and dumped outside.Police Chief Vince Edwards m... View More...
The whole thing couldn't have taken more than sixty seconds.Bailey hung on to the counter, dazed. If she let go, she'd collapse--and the twitching fingers of one of the gunmen would pull a trigger. The rest of her group huddled in frozen shock.Dear God, tell me this is a dream ...The shooter's teeth clenched. "Anybody who moves is dead."On a beautiful Saturday morning the nationally read "Scenes and Beans" bloggers gather at Java Joint for a special celebration. Chaos erupts when three gunmen burst in and take them all hostage. One person is shot and dumped outside.Police Chief Vince Edwards m... View More...
The whole thing couldn't have taken more than sixty seconds.Bailey hung on to the counter, dazed. If she let go, she'd collapse--and the twitching fingers of one of the gunmen would pull a trigger. The rest of her group huddled in frozen shock.Dear God, tell me this is a dream ...The shooter's teeth clenched. "Anybody who moves is dead."On a beautiful Saturday morning the nationally read "Scenes and Beans" bloggers gather at Java Joint for a special celebration. Chaos erupts when three gunmen burst in and take them all hostage. One person is shot and dumped outside.Police Chief Vince Edwards m... View More...
The figure remained still as stone. Leslie couldn't even detect a breath.Spider fingers teased the back of her neck.Leslie's feet rooted to the pavement. She dropped her gaze to the driveway, seeking ... what? Spatters of blood? Footprints? She saw nothing. Honed through her recent coverage of crime scene evidence, the testimony at last month's trial, the reporter in Leslie spewed warnings: Notice everything, touch nothing.Leslie Williams hurries out to her car on a typical workday morning--and discovers a dead body inside. Why was the corpse left for her to find? And what is the meaning of th... View More...
The figure remained still as stone. Leslie couldn't even detect a breath.Spider fingers teased the back of her neck.Leslie's feet rooted to the pavement. She dropped her gaze to the driveway, seeking ... what? Spatters of blood? Footprints? She saw nothing. Honed through her recent coverage of crime scene evidence, the testimony at last month's trial, the reporter in Leslie spewed warnings: Notice everything, touch nothing.Leslie Williams hurries out to her car on a typical workday morning--and discovers a dead body inside. Why was the corpse left for her to find? And what is the meaning of th... View More...
The figure remained still as stone. Leslie couldn't even detect a breath.Spider fingers teased the back of her neck.Leslie's feet rooted to the pavement. She dropped her gaze to the driveway, seeking ... what? Spatters of blood? Footprints? She saw nothing. Honed through her recent coverage of crime scene evidence, the testimony at last month's trial, the reporter in Leslie spewed warnings: Notice everything, touch nothing.Leslie Williams hurries out to her car on a typical workday morning--and discovers a dead body inside. Why was the corpse left for her to find? And what is the meaning of th... View More...
Carla stared at the gun and David Thornby--or whatever his name was. Her mind fissured, one side pleading this was some sick joke, the other knowing it was not. Her throat ran dry, air backing up in her lungs. She swallowed."Please. You must have the wrong person. There's no reason for someone to want me dead. I don't have any enemies.""Then you'd best rethink your friends."Realtor Carla Radling shows an "English gentleman" a lakeside estate--and finds herself facing a gun. Who has hired this assassin to kill her, and why?Forced on the run, Carla must uncover the scathing secrets of her past. ... View More...
Carla stared at the gun and David Thornby--or whatever his name was. Her mind fissured, one side pleading this was some sick joke, the other knowing it was not. Her throat ran dry, air backing up in her lungs. She swallowed."Please. You must have the wrong person. There's no reason for someone to want me dead. I don't have any enemies.""Then you'd best rethink your friends."Realtor Carla Radling shows an "English gentleman" a lakeside estate--and finds herself facing a gun. Who has hired this assassin to kill her, and why?Forced on the run, Carla must uncover the scathing secrets of her past. ... View More...
"Ever hear the dead knocking?" Novelist Darell Brooke lived for his title as King of Suspense--until an auto accident left him unable to concentrate. Two years later, reclusive and bitter, he wants one thing: to plot a new novel and regain his reputation. Kaitlan Sering, his twenty-two-year-old granddaughter, once lived for drugs. After she stole from Darell, he cut her off. Now she's rebuilding her life. But in Kaitlan's town two women have been murdered, and she is about to discover a third. She's even more shocked to realize the culprit is her boyfriend, Craig, the police chief's son. Despe... View More...
"Ever hear the dead knocking?" Novelist Darell Brooke lived for his title as King of Suspense--until an auto accident left him unable to concentrate. Two years later, reclusive and bitter, he wants one thing: to plot a new novel and regain his reputation. Kaitlan Sering, his twenty-two-year-old granddaughter, once lived for drugs. After she stole from Darell, he cut her off. Now she's rebuilding her life. But in Kaitlan's town two women have been murdered, and she is about to discover a third. She's even more shocked to realize the culprit is her boyfriend, Craig, the police chief's son. Despe... View More...
"Ever hear the dead knocking?" Novelist Darell Brooke lived for his title as King of Suspense--until an auto accident left him unable to concentrate. Two years later, reclusive and bitter, he wants one thing: to plot a new novel and regain his reputation. Kaitlan Sering, his twenty-two-year-old granddaughter, once lived for drugs. After she stole from Darell, he cut her off. Now she's rebuilding her life. But in Kaitlan's town two women have been murdered, and she is about to discover a third. She's even more shocked to realize the culprit is her boyfriend, Craig, the police chief's son. Despe... View More...
All words fell away. I pushed myself off the path, noticing for the first time the signs of earlier passage--the matted earth, broken twigs. And I knew. My mouth turned cottony. I licked my lips, took three halting steps. My maddening, visual brain churned out pictures of colorless faces on a cold slab--Debbie Lille, victim number one; Wanda Deminger, number three . . . He'd been here. Dragged this one right where I now stumbled. I'd entered a crime scene, and I could not bear to see what lay at the end. . . . This is a story about evil. This is a story about God's power. A string of murders t... View More...
Sometimes the truth hides where no one expects to find it.Joanne Weeks knows Baxter Jackson killed Linda--his second wife and Joanne'sbest friend--six years ago. But Baxter, a church elder and beloved member ofthe town, walks the streets a free man. The police tell Joanne to leave wellenough alone, but she is determined to bring him down. Using her skills as aprofessional skip tracer, she sets out to locate the only person who may be able to put Baxter behind bars. Melissa Harkoff was a traumatized sixteen-year-old foster child in the Jackson household when Linda disappeared. At the time Melis... View More...
Sometimes the truth hides where no one expects to find it.Joanne Weeks knows Baxter Jackson killed Linda--his second wife and Joanne'sbest friend--six years ago. But Baxter, a church elder and beloved member ofthe town, walks the streets a free man. The police tell Joanne to leave wellenough alone, but she is determined to bring him down. Using her skills as aprofessional skip tracer, she sets out to locate the only person who may be able to put Baxter behind bars. Melissa Harkoff was a traumatized sixteen-year-old foster child in the Jackson household when Linda disappeared. At the time Melis... View More...
Twenty-nine-year-old Lisa Newberry can barely make it through the day. Suddenly widowed and a survivor of a near-fatal attack, she is wracked with grief and despair. Then she hears of a medical trial for a tiny brain chip that emits electrical pulses to heal severe depression. At rope's end, Lisa offers herself as a candidate. When she receives her letter of acceptance for the trial, Lisa is at first hopeful. But--brain surgery. Can she really go through with that? What if she receives only the placebo? What if something far worse goes wrong? Written in the relentless style for which Brandilyn... View More...
Twenty-nine-year-old Lisa Newberry can barely make it through the day. Suddenly widowed and a survivor of a near-fatal attack, she is wracked with grief and despair. Then she hears of a medical trial for a tiny brain chip that emits electrical pulses to heal severe depression. At rope's end, Lisa offers herself as a candidate. When she receives her letter of acceptance for the trial, Lisa is at first hopeful. But--brain surgery. Can she really go through with that? What if she receives only the placebo? What if something far worse goes wrong? Written in the relentless style for which Brandilyn... View More...
Twenty-nine-year-old Lisa Newberry can barely make it through the day. Suddenly widowed and a survivor of a near-fatal attack, she is wracked with grief and despair. Then she hears of a medical trial for a tiny brain chip that emits electrical pulses to heal severe depression. At rope's end, Lisa offers herself as a candidate. When she receives her letter of acceptance for the trial, Lisa is at first hopeful. But--brain surgery. Can she really go through with that? What if she receives only the placebo? What if something far worse goes wrong? Written in the relentless style for which Brandilyn... View More...
Chelsea Adams has visions. But they have no place in a courtroom. As a juror for a murder trial, Chelsea must rely only on the evidence. And this circumstantial evidence is strong Darren Welk killed his wife. Or did he? The trial is a nightmare for Chelsea. The other jurors belittle her Christian faith. As testimony unfolds, truth and secrets blur. Chelsea s visiting niece stumbles into peril surrounding the case, and Chelsea cannot protect her. God sends visions frightening, vivid. But what do they mean? Even as Chelsea finds out, what can she do? She is helpless, and danger is closing in. . ... View More...
Chelsea Adams has visions. But they have no place in a courtroom. As a juror for a murder trial, Chelsea must rely only on the evidence. And this circumstantial evidence is strong Darren Welk killed his wife. Or did he? The trial is a nightmare for Chelsea. The other jurors belittle her Christian faith. As testimony unfolds, truth and secrets blur. Chelsea s visiting niece stumbles into peril surrounding the case, and Chelsea cannot protect her. God sends visions frightening, vivid. But what do they mean? Even as Chelsea finds out, what can she do? She is helpless, and danger is closing in. . ... View More...
